So I'm here to replace it with a sad-ass entry. I'm worried about my next week. I've never worked 45 hours a week. And gone to school. I'm broke, malnourished and exhausted already. I want to write but I don't remember how. I need time. That's what I've always craved. Time and space. Time to think about doing something. Time to put off important things. Now I have less, and I feel strangled already.